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Pinewoods 7: Spider
Aug. 2nd, 2004 03:45 am(Mood = tired now because I am PACKING for the upcoming MOVE on August 11th, not because I am any longer SICK as a DOG. The apartment is a mess, and I've been busy; this partially explains the infrequent updates. Also, I have been AIMing an awful lot, primarily with Miriam but also with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
showergrrl, carpenter, and flammifera, and I've gotten a little addicted to the amusing and simple online RPG Kingdom of Loathing. More entries will come, but here's a wee one....)
Nature story:
During lunch at Pinewoods one day, a small spider dropped from the rafters in the dining hall, directly above Andy P.'s head. It was supported by two threads of silk, a short vertical one and a long hypotenuse leading to another rafter. As I watched, it launched a little spitball of silk on a tether, which, remarkably, flew ten or fifteen feet across the dining hall before losing its momentum. It was aimed directly away from me, so I could see the shimmering undulations in exaggerated, foreshortened perspective. I assume the little lady was aiming for another rafter, but she missed, so the long thread of silk just bannered in the slight breeze while she rewound it.
I also saw a Fowler's toad on the steps outside the pay phone cubbies, a myriad of fluttering dobsonflies in C# (including one male, with the long mandibles), foot-long bluegills through my goggles in Long Pond, and aptly-named pincher beetles. (Ow.) There was a small bird nesting above the stage door on C#. During sound checks it swooped in and out over our heads, and peered curiously at us from the safety of its twiggy nest.
showergrrl, carpenter, and flammifera, and I've gotten a little addicted to the amusing and simple online RPG Kingdom of Loathing. More entries will come, but here's a wee one....)Nature story:
During lunch at Pinewoods one day, a small spider dropped from the rafters in the dining hall, directly above Andy P.'s head. It was supported by two threads of silk, a short vertical one and a long hypotenuse leading to another rafter. As I watched, it launched a little spitball of silk on a tether, which, remarkably, flew ten or fifteen feet across the dining hall before losing its momentum. It was aimed directly away from me, so I could see the shimmering undulations in exaggerated, foreshortened perspective. I assume the little lady was aiming for another rafter, but she missed, so the long thread of silk just bannered in the slight breeze while she rewound it.
I also saw a Fowler's toad on the steps outside the pay phone cubbies, a myriad of fluttering dobsonflies in C# (including one male, with the long mandibles), foot-long bluegills through my goggles in Long Pond, and aptly-named pincher beetles. (Ow.) There was a small bird nesting above the stage door on C#. During sound checks it swooped in and out over our heads, and peered curiously at us from the safety of its twiggy nest.
